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at him. “Looks like you’re a morning person.”
    He laughed and grabbed the seat next to Marcus. Grateful the other man had a diversion from thinking about his cousin, Olivia returned to her reading, only to be distracted a few minutes later by a familiar masculine scent.
    “Miss me?” Dylan asked as he smoothly slid into the empty seat beside her.
    She shook her head. “Too busy picking out clothes and packing,” she lied as she pretended to continue reading a magazine on her tablet. In reality, she couldn’t focus on anything but the man beside her and how just his very presence had lit up her day.
    “You really know how to hurt a man’s feelings.” He leaned in close, nuzzled his nose against her neck, breathing in deep. “You smell good.”
    So did he. She closed her eyes and inhaled his musky scent once more before wriggling to the far side of her chair. “We don’t want the players noticing us.” She turned and met his amused gaze.
    “I don’t think they’d care.”
    Neither did she, but there was something to be said for acting professional. “We need to set a good example for them.”
    Dylan stared at her long and hard for a minute before turning to the other men. “Anyone want some coffee?” he asked.
    Marcus, Glenn, and Sawyer, who’d joined them, shook their heads. “No thanks,” came a chorus.
    “Well, I do.” He rose to his feet. “Come with me.” He grasped her hand and pulled her to her feet.
    “Bossy much?” she muttered. “Hang on.” She slid her hand from his. She placed her iPad into her travel bag and pulled out her small purse. “Guys, watch my things?”
    The players nodded.
    Dylan gestured for her to walk ahead of him. She couldn’t help but take in his outfit, the black slacks and cream shirt that gave him a sophisticated, sexy air. Her awareness of him shot up several more notches, making her desire to keep their relationship a secret even more difficult.
    No sooner had she started walking down the wide hall than he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her into an empty gate area, not stopping until they reached a corner hidden from view.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, breathless.
    “Getting you alone so I can have my morning kiss.” He braced one hand over her head and leaned in, pressing his lips against hers.
    “Mmm,” she practically purred, not denying how much she wanted the same thing.
    He swept his tongue into her mouth, and her entire body came alive, the lingering hint of mint and Dylan packing a powerful punch. She slid her tongue against his, and the needy feelings she’d been suppressing all weekend burst forth, making her feel awake and alive. One big hand gripped her waist, the other tugged on her long braid, sending pulsing sensations directly to her sex as his mouth devoured hers.
    “Now that’s a good morning,” he said as he broke the kiss.
    “Yeah. It is.” She slid her tongue over her lips, and his heated gaze followed the motion.
    “Tease.”
    She grinned.
    “Before I’m tempted to start something I can’t finish here and now, how about that coffee?” he asked.
    She nodded. “Sounds good.” She could use a spike of caffeine before getting on the plane for the long trip.
    He walked with his hand against the small of her back, a possessive gesture she found she liked. A lot. They got in a short line at Starbucks, and when it came time to order, he asked for a grande dark coffee for himself before turning her way. “Soy latte?” he asked.
    She blinked in surprise.
    “You worked with me long enough,” he reminded her. “And when it comes to you, I pay attention.”
    She was ridiculously flattered by that one comment. The man knew all the right things to do and say. Could he really be as genuine as he looked? Was any man?
    Drinks in hand, they headed back for their gate and resettled into their seats. An announcement reminded them they’d be boarding as soon as the plane had been cleaned from the previous flight, and